The first thing I noticed was his frizzy hair. It was wild, untamed. He fiddled with the frame of his glasses. He smiled wide, in a goofy way, showing off his braces. His laugh was contagious.

It was cold. The last couple months had been the same grey skies and blisteringly icy winds. I liked the rain and the smell that came with it. But the wind... I didn't like the wind.
I was already having a bad day. I had gone to sleep at an ungodly hour, like usual, and had to get up only a few hours later. Not to mention, my uterus was shedding. All I wanted was my lunch. I was so hungry, so tired...

When lunch finally came, I pulled out what I assumed to be my lunch, only to find it was a packet of spices I had taken by mistake.
Outside was miserable, but I attempted to stand around and be social. A boy in a higher grade harmlessly joked with me, yelling at me in mock anger. He only meant to crack a smile, but in the state I was in...

Fat, salty tears slid down my red cheeks. I didn't make a sound, no sniffing or sobbing. My face was emotionless - just crystal droplets leaking from my eyes. Oh, my. Look at the scene you're causing...

I turned my face away, muttering that I was fine. People attempted to gently pull me back, to ask if I was okay, but I was perturbed. And then-
Although many people were asking after my well being, for some reason, I only answered when he asked me. His eyes were brimmed with concern. The thick lenses of his glasses reflected the grey sky. And... and his hair... his curly, frizzy hair...

It was a couple months later when he asked me to be his girlfriend. I'm very glad I left my lunch at home.